the blue Box

They sold the memories on a street

So i walked those lanes,out ran the needle of times

Just to find myself in a corner

In front of an old shop ,grey and shabby

I didnt know what i was looking for

Still i searched for something

And in that dark corner I did find a thing

A small blue glass box, that sang a song

I havent heard that tune since when?

I remember the melody but not when

So i searched for the owner,Who sold it here?

But nobody knew who it was

But i was lucky to find a log book

but the time has smudged the ink

And the letters were difficult to read

But i did find a name in it, that i should never have forgotten

A friend who taught there are words

words like demise, that a twelve year can never understand

I never wanted to forget her name again

So i bought the blue box from that shop.